Category Archives: Musician

When it came to lyrics, his wit was finely tined. His words were sharp and pointed. He had a rapier mind.When he was at his zenith, his music was sublime.Perfect in its sentiment, exquisite in its rhyme.His tunes were like a river moving words along.All the world’s fine miracles occurred in every song.Each run an apparition that faded out of sightjust as the next melodic ghost appeared to take its bite.

His music effervescent, then thundering, then gory,devoured all our senses, flooding us with its glory.He raced us through emotion as though running out of time.Each opus was a mountain, exhausting in the climb.Then when we reached its zenith, he released us from its holdwith one brief caesura that freed us from the foldto barrel down the mountain in one euphoric sweep—sliding from the summit down to the deepest deep.

They scribed a single word in stone over his burial moundto describe this musician who married words and sound to take us all on journeys magical and euphoric,and yet the label “Maestro,” just seems too categoricto conjure up this genius who could transport us allto every corner of ourselves within that massive hall.He deserves a finer word. A more distinctive label,
but words fail me as I choose what I’d inscribe if I were able.

I was so lucky to be invited to the Wednesday Afternoon Music Circle at Yellow Bear’s place in La Manzanilla. I am going to let the photos tell the story for once and will let those who recognize the participants add to the story if they wish, so if you recognize yourself or a friend, please identify the photos and if you were there, give a bit of information about the afternoon in comments. I had a wonderful time!!!

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